Vast and barren
Nothing in sight 
But a black flag
Waving in the night.

Whats in the brain
Of a killer?
A senseless repetition-
Why is blood spilled on her? 

Theres no invitation
Upon the greener grass,
Because of them, it's red.
Go home. Hold your wine-glass,

Go eat food, shit, and sleep.
Try to remember what others now can't,
To be alive, to breathe.
Since you have stolen their chance,

Maybe then you'll understand
And regret will hit you harder, 
(That sinking feeling in your chest)
Maybe you'll re-think being a "Martyr".